Funeral was really great. A celebration really. So many folks came and there were so many memories shared. I have a hole that hurts but it is going to be OK.
A quick story:
My mom and dad struggled when we were little. Things were tough and we didn’t have much. School was about to start and I was going into the 4th grade. My sneakers were just worn out and had holes in the sole and sides. My mama had $2, that was it. After buying groceries and such that was every dime we had.
She told me that we had to find some shoes and that if we prayed for help to find them, we would. So we prayed right there in the car, for God to help us find some shoes for under $2. Me as a 9 year old kid reached out to the Lord with everything I had, in complete release and trust. This was in 1978.
We were at a dept. store called Sky City that was sort of like Kmart. We went in and there was a table with discounted items right there as we walked in. We found almost immediately a pair of shoes, in my size, for $1.50.
We almost danced to the checkout. Later on I asked her about it and she told me that many days she didn’t eat lunch at work, so that we had lunch money for school. She told me that it never made her sad, she was glad to make sure we had what we needed.
My dad died in 1990. Mama never had to worry about her grass being cut, or her needs or anything like that. We made sure she was taken care of. I owe her everything. She was hard headed and sometimes made me so angry but all of that seems so silly now.
I love you mama. I miss your smile, your laughter and your wit. But it lives still, it lives in me. Rest now in the arms of Christ. I’ll see you again.
